Spike and Molly
"Bowling Lessons"
"That minute I saw you,
I remember you and your red shoes…
Now I have this memory of you,
I see it in my mind when I need to."
- "Undeniable" ~ Bouncing Souls
A/N: I didn't change much, but I added in and made it prettier. XD There will be new chappys of this story soon.
"You OK, Mols?" he asked, a little worried. She smiled; her cousin always did worry about her.
"I'm fine, Crash, but golly..." she trailed off, yawning. "I sure am bored..."
"Yeah, me too." he agreed as they both looked at Hardcore. He rolled his eyes.
"You two are like watching two five year olds." he muttered, a hint of disdain in his voice.
"But cousin, we're not going anywhere an' not doing anything either..." she trailed off, finding herself at a loss of reasons why they should leave the room and go do something.
"Go read a book or something." he stretched out on the bed he was on. "Do something to actual show your mind isn't being wasted." He tried not to look at the sad faces he was getting, but in the end he did. Sighing, he sat up, a look of annoyance washing over his face. "Fine, all right, we'll go somewhere..but not for long, I don't feel like watching you two for more then an hour."
"Yay!" Molly said excitedly. Crash smiled, nodding his head. "Where we gonna go? Hmm.." she sat cross-legged on the bed, the excitement of being able to go somewhere making her back pain disappear.
"Well, I did saw this cool bowling place down the street--"
"BOWLING!?" Hardcore replied quickly, the look of annoyance quickly going deeper. He didn't say anything else, though.
"What a great idea, Crash! I haven't gone bowling in…er...well, a very long time." she nodded her head, beaming. "Come on!" she grabbed his arm and dragged him out. Hardcore stood and slowly followed, a few choice words flying out of his mouth in a mutter.
They walked down the street to a large building that said "24 Hour Bowling" on it. Opening the door, Molly smiled at all the sights inside. People were certainly bowling; some very well, while others...well, they were trying at least. She declined to wear the disgusting shoes that Crash offered her after he gave the man the money.
Crash still made her put the gross red shoes on, and she very grudgingly did it. Hardcore watched in silence, a scowl on his face. Before long, though, Molly forgot all about the shoes and turned her attention to the lanes. Molly skipped over to an empty lane, her cousins following. Of course, Crash was happy to follow, and Hardcore just sort of…shuffled over without much energy. Molly beamed, trying to pick up one of the balls. She let out a little 'eek' when she realized she couldn't hold the ball. She dropped in, and it was unfortunately on Hardcore's foot. He let out a large yelp, hopping on one foot.
"I think she broke my foot!" he cried out. "Damnit, Crash, call the hospital!"
"Calm down!" Crash replied, but found him already limping to the phone. Molly tried to follow, but was quickly stopped. "Just...stay here, Mols." She felt her eyes water, her feelings hurt, but she did as she was told.
Now, basically alone, she slipped into a seat and felt a tear slide down her cheek. Yup, as always, she messed up again. She was so stupid, why the hell did she always end up screwing the fun stuff up? She was so busy berating herself, she didn't notice someone was standing right in front of her. She snapped out of it with a tap on her shoulder.
Her eyes lifted and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was like some sort of crazy dream that she always had about the guy of her dreams. Well, close to him, anyway. In seconds, she knew all the features on his face. The strong chin, the straight, blonde hair that reached to just on his shoulders, the short beard framing his face, and to top it off, the half smile that was on his face...he was certainly cute, to say the least. What caught her eyes was his own eyes...bright green in color, piercing in looks, with a hint of kindness.
"Are you all right?" he asked. She produced a half smile and shrugged.
"I'm OK. I just made a bit of a mess with things." she said, her voice suddenly jovial again.
"The look you had before didn't say you made a little mess." he replied. Those eyes…they were watching her movements with a kind, concerned gaze. "I saw what happened, was that your...boyfriend?"
"Oh, golly, not at all!" she giggled. "That's just my silly cousin Bob...the other guy was my cousin too...but it seems every time I'm around, I mess things up." she paused, thinking. "Oh, how rude of me, here I am complaining to you, and you don't even know my name! I'm Molly Holly."
"Spike Dudley." he offered his hand and she shook it. It was soft, just like she had thought it would be. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Not at all!" she smiled.
"Well, Molly, I'm glad you sat on my coat." he grinned. She paused, then stood and looked. There was his coat. She blushed, realizing why he had come to her then. She sighed silently to herself, she should have known.. "I wouldn't have met you if you didn't." She glanced up at him, a brief smile on her face.
"Well, gee, that's sweet of you to say, Spike!" she giggled, handing him his coat. "So, why are you here all alone?"
"Well, my brothers came here to get this guy who pissed them off. I just came figuring that I could bowl why they went after them, but...well, it seems I lost my lane when I left it to go to the bathroom." he explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know." she replied. "Here, you can have it back."
"But you paid for it." he pointed out. "Here, I have an idea..." She saw an odd look pass over his face. "Do you want to...um...bowl with me? I mean, if you want too...you have the shoes on and everything."
"Golly, that sounds like a good idea!" she beamed. "But I can't hold the ball." she sighed, looking down.
"Well, that's why they put different weighing ones in." he smiled, putting his coat back down. "Come on, I'll show you." She stood and followed him. He walked to where the balls were held, and he carefully held each one. "This one should be good."
"Really?" she asked. He handed it to her carefully, and she took it, cautiously. When she realized it wasn't heavy at all, she untensed.
"See?" he grinned.
"Wow, I didn't know that!" she exclaimed. "I never really...bowled. Well, when I was 7, but that really wasn't exactly bowling..."
"I'm sure you'll do fine. See, all you have to do is throw it at the bowling pins."
"That's all?"
"Yup, it's not the project of the year." he chuckled. She stepped up to the lane, holding the ball from underneath. "Wait, hold on..." he jogged up to her, taking her hand. She felt a jolt of electricity fly up her arm. "Here, you put your fingers in the holes..."
"Oh." was all she could utter.
"Here, follow my movements..." he took her arm, and she quickly relaxed into it. He pulled her arm back, and then let it go forward, Molly seemed to understand that she had to let go of the ball, and she did. It rolled precariously near the edge at first, but turned in. Her mouth shot open when she saw all the pins crash down. "Hey, you got a strike!"
"Is...that good?" she questioned, scratching her head.
"That's very good!" he smiled. She giggled and clapped.
"Then, yay! I did it!"
After that, they had decided to bowl against each other. For a first time, Molly was doing extremely well. Hell, she got over a 100 in score, which wasn't bad considering Spike only got 150 and he obviously had played more often. By the end of the night, they basically lost score, and lost track of time. When Molly did notice the time, she knew she had to go but didn't fully want to.
"I have to go." she sighed, looking towards the clock. "I think my cousins expected me to go to the hotel."
"Yeah, I think my brothers are done beating up whoever that guy was." he paused. "Hey, it is kind of late...can I walk you to your hotel?" She looked at him and smiled.
"Sure, I would love some company." she replied almost immediately. "Just got to get rid of these shoes. Aren't they horrid looking?"
"I think they're cute." He commented as she took them off and handed them over. "They look new too, the red is still shiny." She turned and smiled at him in return, trying not to blush at the compliments. "…You ready?"
"Yep." She nodded, and they left together.
It was a clear, crisp night. Because it was winter, the stars were brighter then usual. They always were, no matter where Molly was. Perhaps that's why she loved winter the best of all the seasons. Still, she had no coat, and she felt a shiver run up her spine as she slowly walked beside the odd man she had met at the bowling ally.
"Are you cold?" he questioned. Without letting her answer, he pulled off his jacket, putting it around her shoulders. She smelled the faint scent of some sort of cologne wafting from it.
"Thank you." she smiled at him, though his features were masked by the darkness. "Aren't you cold now?"
"I don't mind it." he replied honestly. "Anyway, it's not very gentlemanly like not to do that." She giggled a little.
"I already knew you were a gentleman." she felt a little blush spreading on her face, she was glad that the shadows hid her face so well. She looked up at the sky, thinking. "You know, these stars remind me an awful lot of my old home."
"Yeah, me too. When I was little, when my brothers weren't beating me up, I used to sit outside and look up."
"You too?!" she giggled. "I love doing that...even though Bob always told me that it was a waste of time."
"I don't think it is." he shrugged, then grinned slightly. Molly almost didn't realize they were at her hotel until they almost passed it.
"Well, here we are." she said, standing in front of it. She slipped off his jacket and carefully handed it to him. "I had a nice time."
"Me too." he grinned. "It was nice meeting you."
"I'm sure we'll see each other again." she nodded. "After all, you are a Dudley." He looked at her, questionly. "I never knew they had a little brother."
"Wait a second, you're telling me you're actually FROM the family of the Hollys that are in the WWF?"
"Yup." she giggled. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "See ya later." Turning, she walked into the hotel.
And Spike watched her disappear into the building, his face a bit flushed from blushing. "Holly, huh?" he asked as he walked back to the bowling ally to collect his brothers. "I think I'm in love..."